Celebrity Crush I

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She saw him across the room and froze. She recognized him instantly. Those eyes, that chiseled jaw, long dark hair, penetrating smile.

It was him alright. Avery Johnston, the star of countless movies she'd grown up adoring. He still looked good for his age, he must be a little over 40.

He was having dinner in what looked to be a VIP section of the bar. Lisa was out for a drink by herself after a busy work week. There was a time she might have felt self conscious about going out alone, but now, in her late thirties, she took a particular pleasure in getting all done up and treating herself once in a while, with no expectations from anyone else.

Tonight, she was dressed to kill, in a shimmering black slip dress, cut low to show off her ample cleavage, and high to display a lot of well-toned leg, another of her finest assets. She kept sipping her drink, sitting at the bar, twirling the ice cubes around and around in her old fashioned, unsure of what to do next, how to proceed, what to say, what to do, and if she would do anything at all. What would you do, if you saw your celebrity crush sitting across the restaurant? Would you say hello? Would you gush and ask for an autograph, or just sit and watch from afar? Well, Lisa was a pretty bold woman.

She always had been. She had been single now for a couple of years, playing the field, but hadn't met anyone she liked in quite some time. The man he was with seemed almost recognizable as well, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

But she'd recognize Avery anywhere. Avery Johnston. Even his name is sexy.

Then, as if by twist of fate, his dinner partner suddenly got up, excused himself, and headed toward the exit. She knew it was her chance. She had to do something.

Standing up, composing herself, pressing her tits a little bit higher out of the dress, Lisa walked confidently over to the man across the restaurant. He was wearing a brown blazer, over top of a light-colored shirt, a few buttons undone revealed a bit of chest hair. A stubbly beard had grown in, but he still had that chiseled jawline she fantasized about as a teenager, among other things about him.

His long brown hair swept back off his face and down to his shoulders. As Lisa approached, she had no idea what she was going to say. None whatsoever.

Sometimes, spontaneity is the best approach. Striding over now, she went right up to him, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside him. Now, Avery could have reacted any number of ways.

Heck, he could have had security on her in a second. But he didn't. He smiled coyly, looked her up and down, and said, Well, aren't you bold.

Here to join me for a drink? What's your name? Lisa? She responded shyly, but made strong eye contact and said she loved him in Weekend Warriors, one of his early and lesser-known movies.

And one she'd probably watched twenty times, often pausing and rewinding his sex scene over and over again so she could touch herself, easily getting off to the subtle nudity. She didn't tell him all of this, but felt like he could see it in her expressive eyes and obvious body language. Do you want an autograph or something? He asked humbly.

She said sure, but that she'd rather have a drink with him. He smiled and said, Well, that'd be fantastic. My friend had to rush home, and I'd love a little company.

Pleasure to meet you, Lisa. He said in a flirty tone. She couldn't believe her luck.

Avery Johnston was right here beside her and ordering her another drink. Excuse me, two more of what she's having, and put her tab onto mine, please. He said nicely to the waitress when she came over.

The server then looked at Lisa and blushed a little, knowing exactly who he was all along, and impressed by her confidence to boldly pull up a chair beside him. As they chatted over drinks, she found out he was recently divorced from a ten-year marriage. He was candid and comfortable around her, as if they'd known each other a long time.

He seemed genuine, earnest, and so damn sexy. He touched her hand frequently on the table, and once brushed his hand against her bare thigh, leaving it for a little longer than just an accidental length. Testing the waters, so to speak.

She decided at this moment to become the aggressor. He was interested, but also being a gentleman. So she placed her hand squarely on his upper thigh under the table.

And as they sipped their next drink, her fingertips gradually inched ever so close to his you-know-what. She could tell his bulge was growing, along with her sexual frustration and lack of restraint. So she went for it, and quickly grabbed onto the Avery Johnston's dick, before losing her nerve.

He seemed a bit surprised at her boldness, as she looked right into his wide eyes to gauge his reaction. But he was into it. That much was clear, as he then placed his large, warm hand onto her bare upper thigh, tracing his fingers over her skin, and moving them ever so slightly up and under her skirt.

Lisa could barely contain her excitement. She was so wet with anticipation. But before getting carried away in public, and just before his hand reached her panties, he looked at her seductively and said, I have an idea.

Follow me. Taking her by the hand and leading her eagerly through the VIP section, past the jealous waitress and into a little champagne room he must have known about, locking the door behind them. Lisa could hold back no longer.

She'd been dreaming of this ever since she was a teenager looking at his pictures in the magazines. She pushed Avery up against the wall and began kissing him hard and passionately, feeling the stubble on his cheek with one hand, while her other hand fiddled with his belt in an attempt to rip his pants off. He was eager too, though, as their lips and tongues met one another's embrace.

His hands went from her waist to her amazing ass and then slowly up her dress to those ample tits that were practically falling out now. She bit her lip and encouraged him with her eyes, so he lowered her dress, revealing each pink nipple, one breast at a time, taking them into his hands first and squeezing firmly while admiring her incredible curves and soft, smooth skin, then kissing each breast hungrily and taking her nipples into his warm mouth. She was in heaven, and it felt amazing.

By this point she had finally managed to open his belt and couldn't wait to see what the PG-13 movie she'd rewinded 20 times could never show her. She was about to see her favourite actor, Avery Johnston's cock. With her perfect tits still hanging out the top of her black dress, Lisa sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled him towards her.

Looking right into his eyes, she opened his fly and pulled down his pants. Then reaching into his white boxers, she slowly took hold of his long, hard dick and began pulling it out. She couldn't believe how big it was, how thick and nicely groomed.

Maybe he was making the wrong type of movies all along, she thought, gazing up at him in awe. He unbuttoned his shirt as she licked her lips and began kissing the tip. Then without holding back, she eagerly began taking him into her wet mouth, bit by bit until she couldn't go any deeper.

In and out, she sucked and licked and teased his sensitive areas in all the ways she knew how. Looking up after a few minutes of being entirely focused on the job, which Lisa was fully enjoying, she saw that he was too. She was beginning to moan and breathe heavily now.

Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good. He grinned down at her, almost as if he was ready to pop already. What a confidence boost, she thought, to be able to get this hot, older guy off, this famous movie star, in just a matter of minutes.

She always had been really good at giving head, and it didn't hurt that she enjoyed it. Guys can tell, and that only enhances their experience. Just then, she could feel him throbbing and growing even larger in her mouth.

Oh, keep going, Lisa, oh, oh, oh, oh, you're gonna make me cum, oh yeah, oh, oh fuck, oh yes, can I cum in your mouth? He said quietly, unsure how she'd respond. But noticeably smiling, she looked up and nodded at him with a sexy smirk, and then kept going with even more vigor and speed.

Until he couldn't hold on any longer, his head and long hair tipped back as he let out a moan of ecstasy. She felt a pulse of warmth, and then another, which she discreetly swallowed with ease and continued a bit longer, until his throbbing ceased, and he said breathlessly, That was incredible, you're amazing, I must be the luckiest guy in town. Funny, cause she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Great as she was wondering if this encounter was over, he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips, then a kiss on each of her lovely breasts, and gently pushed her back onto the couch until she was lying down, but with her feet still on the ground. He kneeled down between them, and slowly ran his hands up her long, smooth legs, lifting her skirt, and seeing her cute, pink, lacy underwear for the first time, he glanced up to her quickly for approval, and she was virtually grinning from ear to ear with excitement. He couldn't help but blush a little, before expertly slipping down her panties, removing them from just one ankle, and leaving them to dangle as a sexy reminder from the other.

He lifted one leg confidently into the air, before kissing his way all the way along it, to her beautiful flower, glistening with delight already. He liked what he saw. She had a beautiful pussy, something so natural about it.

He ran two fingers along her lips, and inserted them slowly. Then he came in to lick her for the first time, she let out a whimper, and a soft moan of pleasure. As his tongue hit her warm, moist slit, she thrust her hips upward, almost uncontrollably, until his whole face was engulfed in her sex.

But he loved it, and continued eagerly with his fingers going in and out, and his tongue focusing on the clit, softly circling her sweet spot, in rhythmic delight. He was enjoying himself, and continued pleasuring her for a few minutes. She was moaning more loudly now, and screaming a little for him to keep going.

So he inserted his fingers more deeply now, in and out, quickly a few times while still licking her clit, until suddenly she was trembling uncontrollably, and it was her turn to come, in a full body shuddering orgasm, right there on the couch in the champagne room of this fancy restaurant, with the face of her celebrity crush squarely between her legs. And then he looked up at her with that Hollywood smile, lips still glistening from her juices, his long hair disheveled and strewn about. After a moment, he smoothly placed her pink lacy underwear back onto both legs, and slid them all the way up and into place.

She was still trembling a bit, and coming down from that high, still barely believing this was happening. Taking her by the hand, he whispered into her ear, Gotta save something for next time. Before leading her back to their table, and ordering them each another drink.